fire in the driveway

i can’t ever lose you from my head

Love, you’re killing me.

i’ve never been great with bustling crowds and spaces. you look at someone, and they have as interesting a story as you could ever think of, but you wouldn’t know that. however, they probably use you in some type of way. and everyone does, and everyone will. and huge cliques of popular people have the night of their life at Fright Fest for the 5th time, but i just can’t do without you. they interact in and out with each other, like a revolving door, except the door only revolves back to their comforts. as i progress, it seems the dark and lonely caves appeal more to me than the beach. and i think it’s because while everyone inhabiting that beach has their six-packs, volleyballs, and senses of beautiful bliss, only you, Love, inhabit that dark and desolate cave. i can’t do without you. you are my blood and soul, the reason why i haven’t become a professional arsonist yet. you’re the reason why i don’t attend regular therapy sessions, and yet, without you, Love, the thoughts inside my head kill me every day because i can’t share them with you. you’ve iced out every fever i’ve ever gotten. you’ve stopped me from throwing myself to the wolves on countless occasions, and yet, Love, those blue eyes cause me more pain than the wolves could ever give me.

Love, i’ve written too much about you for the reader to care, but i haven’t spoken to you as two people that Love appreciate each other in a long, long time. just please know, i’ll always be grateful for what you do for me and have done for me, even if i’ve Loved you too much and worn you out.